From the journal, 02 November, 2025 8:19 PM From the end of the hall… When I was a kid, I understood that the clock moved ahead in the springtime and back in the late fall. The mechanics were simple…and I would help make sure all of the clocks in the house were set correctly.. What…
Tag: Fall
Slippers…or Fall is Coming
A little bit of lightness… Slippers…or Fall is coming New felt slippers in the fresh cool airwrap my walkers in warm soft woollike my hands wrap aroundhot milk, maple syrup, and teain a mug, by a window everso slightly cracked opento sunshine and the breezethat has me wonder—socks today?Or is there still timefor sandals after…
Poetry in Stride
When I was a kid, I used to sometimes make lunch for myself according to what I thought went with the book I was reading at the time. I suppose it was a way to steep even more in a world I was enjoying. If I’m honest, I still do that sometimes. That aspect of…
The Marvel of Malus domestica
A delight of mine for the last while is a return to the local farmers market that had been my 7 AM go-to every Saturday. Like everything else, the experience is now different—no lingering, little in the way of coffee, fewer vendors, etc. However, a meander through continues to be a source of culinary inspiration…
Consider the Lilies 